The Lost Generation

The lost generation. You see the blank stare in their eyes, just blank completely non-existent feelings... except for despair. You see them but they are not there. They dare not dream or have any hope as they feel that their dreams will not come true anyway. So they cut themselves with razors... they watch as the blood flows.. that's how they know... that they're alive. That's how they can feel alive... before they die... die too soon. They smoke the weed they smack the crack to dull the pain the sharp pain... of life's reality to escape for a while... so that they can feel something... Anything! Before they die! Die too soon! They ink their bodies, they dye their hair pink and green and blue, they try to shock you with their tattoos... they pierce their faces an act of pure defiance Saying Hey look at me! I dare you! So what do you do? You look... and say... "you won't get a job looking like that don't you know"! They reply "There aren't any jobs any more don't you know"... John Derek Hamilton February 17,2016